Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I will never be as talented or successful as Rowling. None of these characters or places are mine, nor will they ever be. This is all JK Rowling and I just want to use her characters and finish what she has left off.

Your baby's about 15.7 inches long now, and he weighs almost 3 pounds His eyesight continues to develop, though it's not very keen; even after he's born, he'll keep her eyes closed for a good part of the day. When he does open them, he'll respond to changes in light but will have 20/400 vision — which means he can only make out objects a few inches from his face.

Chapter 13

Week 30

Name my doubt

"Oh Ginny, I don't understand why you have been so melancholy lately with all the new life in the world." My mother walked into my bedroom with some tea and honey.

"With a new granddaughter, your about to give me a new grandson, and Fleur with another on the way... oh babies all around!"

She was smiling from ear to ear, and her I was sick as a dog, not being able to get comfortable. I have been neglecting my duties as a mother to James, and as a wife to Harry. I'm starting to annoy myself now; and feel awful about the way I've been acting towards Harry. Poor bloke.

After our row, I apologized to Harry, admitting he was right, and blaming these hormones. He said he understood, but he slept on the couch, his own choice, and we haven't had a real conversation sense. Its been almost five weeks.

I think my words really hurt him, and created this rift between us that I am not sure exactly how to fix. It just got me so upset, and not something I want to bring my new son into.

"Mum, I just…I don't know, oh shit-" I puked into my bucket again. I have no idea why. It couldn't possibly be something I ate, could it? I have had this bug for almost two days now, and because of my illness, I haven't heard from Hermione, and Ron hasn't been allowed to see Harry, because 'Rose might catch it'. Harry explained, in few words.

"Oh sweetie, just lie back, I'll go check up on James." My mother kissed my forehead. Even though I have been pretty depressed lately, it helps that my mother is here, because no matter how old I am my mother can always make me feel better.

I grabbed another pillow and added it to the two I have between my legs.

"Mummy! Mammie where is Mummy!" I can hear James from the kitchen.

I sigh and close my eyes.

I let my mind wander about how I came about his bug and how to fix things with Harry. I can feel my son kicking inside of me, probably hungry, and I can't help but wonder how much different it will be with two babies. James is barely 2, and in a few weeks time, he will have a little brother, and I will have another son. What if I don't love him as much as I love James? What if I don't love this baby at all? Can our marriage handle another child? What if I continue on without loving this baby? Is this a good idea? Should we have gotten pregnant so early? Well, he wasn't exactly planned…but defiantly not unwanted. But now I am not so sure of myself.

Then all the coldness between Harry and myself.

I cannot believe that I am thinking these things…but its how I feel. What if I can't give this baby all the love it deserves?

It's useless trying to sleep. I try to sit up, feeling very queasy, and sip my tea, and pray I don't see it again…nope, okay, I can handle another sip.

"Sweetie, I sent James to nap…Ginny?" My mother looks concerned. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know if I can love this baby Mum." I say, not looking at her.

My mother looks at me like I have three heads.

"What if I don't haven enough love for him?

"Is that what's been bothering you sweetie?" she starts to giggle, I just stare at her. "Oh thank heavens, you have given Harry a fright, if that's all it is." She smiles and sits on the end of my bed.

"What is so funny about all of this!" I demand, I shift up more.

"Ginny, this is 100% normal feelings."

"It is? Really?"

"Yes. I felt the same way about Charlie, and then again with You…"

"What Me? Why me?" I become offended.

"Well I had six beautiful sons already, and we got pregnant with you pretty quickly in the same calendar year…and I just couldn't handle another son." She giggled. "Oh Ginny, stop pouting, I love you so much, I just had doubts when I was pregnant for a while. But when I held you in my arms, so much filled my heart I felt stupid for being so worried…and with Charlie too. It's just the new mom jitters."

"So, when this baby gets here, I'll feel better…?" Whew.

"Yes. It's very scare going from one child to two…I actually think it's the hardest transition. I just didn't bother to talk to you about this because I figured you would be used to this with helping to raise Teddy and all…" She gets up and starts to fold some of the laundry have fail to complete.

"It's just different. We have help with Teddy…this baby will just be ours…I don't know…I have so much love for James, I don't know how I can give so much more to another child. How did you do it? Or is there one of us you didn't love?" I sort of joked.

"Oh don't be silly. I love all seven of you…just the same, as if you were the one and only. It's hard to describe, like explaining in words how much you love James, or Harry. Its the same thing." She put down laundry, and took my hand. "You will love this baby. You will know when you hold him in your arms, just like I did when I held all of you. And just when you don't think you can love someone even more, they have children, and there is this whole new type of love for your family, you didn't even know existed."

By the next morning, physically I felt better, and the reassurance from my mother made me mentally better. So I decided to get up at 2am and fix myself a chocolate frog and strawberry jam sandwich… Yum. I rubbed my tummy and made my way back to my bedroom.

Harry was sleeping on his back, blanket on one of his leg, leaving the other uncovered. He has been so good to me these past few weeks, while I have been a complete shrew most of the time. I've decided today that I will quit feeling sorry for my self. Well, most of the time, and start to suck it up and appreciate all I have, and what Harry does. So tonight I am going to make it all up to him. After this sandwich.

I walk over to his side of the bed, lean over and start to kiss his neck. He stirs and opens his eyes.

"Hello-"

"Shh!" I correct and hoist my pregnant self on top of him.

"Yes, Dear" He said kissing my head as I made my kissed down his chest, then backup again.

"Touch me, Harry " I whispered. My voice was raspy with need.

Harry obeyed, his hands snaking up my bare chest and grasping my breasts. They have become very large now since my pregnancy has officially changed my entire body, but some how they seemed to fit his hands perfectly. He squeezed them, and I moaned in delight. Then he ran his thumb ran over my sensitive nipple, and causing me to moan. Harry attacked me with his mouth, then mumbled "muffilento".

I was straddling him, my sensitive opening hovering above his girth. I have waited so long to feel him, have this intimacy back. I was ready for the pleasure we both have lacked these past few weeks. Believe me I was ready.

"Fuck me, Harry."

His hands moved to my hips and slowly moved them down. He moved inside me, and a long awaited lightning bolt swept through my body. I winced and a moaned.

Neither of us moved for a moment, but he was still inside me. The nerves were intense and I can't hold back anymore. I smiled, Harry's eyes were dark with lust, and he looked as if he was staring into my soul. I felt the baby kick.

I was the first to move. I slowly began grinding against him. He was already hitting a spot inside me that I loved. He grasped my bottom, squeezing the cheeks.

It started out with slow, drawn out movements. Our breathing was even, and we occasionally let out small grunts or moans, because being this far along, the sex was new…to both of us.

But once I was more comfortable with this change I made my movements faster, more wild. He accepted the new style gleefully, grabbing my sides for support. Our breathing was ragged, unsteady, but it was wonderful. I slammed my hands down on his strong toned shoulders as my speed increased. My breasts were jerking around, causing more pain than normal, which drove Harry more wild as his eyes rolled back.

But then he pushed me off him. I fell next to him on the bed and looked down. Only a second after he had removed himself from my pussy, he came. His seed had spilled onto his thighs and some got on the covers.

And I was angry. "What the fuck!" I swore at him, unsatisfied and pissed off. We need this intimacy! What is wrong with him?

"Ginny…I felt him." He got up and turned on the lights.

"What?!" I asked wincing at the brightness of the lights…very frustrated.

"The baby, Gin. I felt him move in you while I was, you know…" he made motions with his hands.

I rolled my eyes. "Harry that's not possible; my cervix is closed." I grabbed my wand to clean the bed, slightly impressed it didn't burst into flames.

"Well, I defiantly felt him move" He pulled up his boxers, and climbed back into bed. "And it's different than sex with you while you were pregnant with James…" He cuddled down, to lay his head on my stomach.

"Well, you just probably felt him turn. He's super active now, and is starting to make positions to drop. Just part of being 30 weeks pregnant." I say, trying not to snap at him.

"It was amazing. But, also freaked me out a bit."

"Well, you freaked me out a bit." I shift, and cross my legs, trying to get friction. "I am very frustrated, and horny, and need to get off…so you better finish what you started." I snapped.

"Technically you started it."

I ignored him. We just lied there for a few moments.

"Ginny?"

"Hmm?"

"I can hear him moving. Can you feel him?"

I smile, and stoke his hair. "Yes,"

"This is way to amazing."

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Get to work" I ordered him. "Fuck me with your tongue."

And so he did.

I felt so much better this morning, that I willingly got up early to shower and get James out of bed. I made him oatmeal, and mixed it with brown sugar. I won't let Harry know, because he won't be home to take care of him today.

"Well, hello sweetie…" Harry kissed me.

"Morning…I was hoping we could talk this morning…" I said sitting down at the table, motioning for Harry to join.

"Um, okay, I've got an early meeting…but by judging my the look on your face, it can wait…"

"Harry, I am due soon…and we don't have a name…" Harry groaned.

"Ginny, I don't have time to pick out names with you this morning…I am already so late for my meeting..."

I pouted and that changed his mind.

"What did you have him mind, Love?" He sat down, his chin in his hand.

"Thomas" I smiled.

"No."

"Why?"

"Dean Thomas ring any bells? Your Ex?"

"You friend?" I retort.

"Touché. Plus, it reminds me of a train from that muggle show James watches." Harry said

"Okay, then. Samuel"

"Like the beer?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, if you don't like any of my great suggestions, please enlighten me what you were thinking about Mr. Smart Arse?"
Harry frowned and pointed to James…Oops.

"Well, Benjamin" Harry said. I looked for a reason to protest, but I like it.

"Maybe Benjamin will work…." I smiled.

"Good, now we have a possible name, I am leaving and now I am late." He kissed me and apparated away.

"Do you like the name Benjamin?" I asked James and he flung his spoon at me…Oh its going to be a long day.